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eoghan had only been here for a month but he was already in love with alexandria. he didn't have to hide or look over his shoulder to make sure some scorned woman wasn't chasing after him for seducing her husband or to make sure some misguided hunter wasn't trying to make a trophy of his head. alexandria was paradise. it was his metaphorical eden.
with everything alexandria had to offer the last thing he expected to come across was an old friend of his-- an old haunt that used to keep his bed warm on occasion. wolfram was a damn good lay and immensely fun to party with, and destroy relationships with. he should have been in a big city somewhere breaking hearts and ruining lives, not panhandling here in this little corner of sanctuary.
"alexandria must be too peaceful if the fates thought it would be a good idea to put us both here at the same time," he teased as he stretched out his arms to pull wolfram into a hug; his arms tightening around the man for a moment, constricting him, before releasing him again. "it's been too long. i found my way here about a month ago; angered one too many witches and, well, needed a place to lay low for awhile. what about you? why are you here? run out of homes to wreck?"
LOCATION: Streets MUSE: Wolfram Wagner STATUS: Closed | @unveiledvagabonds
Wolfram isn't busy these days. He has enough money in his offshore account so he doesn't need to do an honest day's work for the rest of his life. But he needs work to keep himself from going crazy. And there's only so many meaningless sex he can have to distract himself.
So lately, Wolf has been just prowling the streets of Alexandria with his fiddle. He'd make random stops, play a tune and move on. Sometimes people would listen, film it with their phones, toss a coin or whatever. Most just gives passing glances and ignores but Wolf doesn't mind. It's been pretty entertaining, and relaxing? This is the laziest he has been in decades so he is making the most of it.
He finishes his current piece, and notices someone stopping in front of him. He was going to ask for tips, but instead a name blurts out of him. "Eoghan?" He lowers his violin and grins, "small world! Didn't know you were in this town. How you been?"
"well, we can't disappoint the fates now can we?" he laughed as his lips pulled into a wide smile. almost as if he was proud of what he said next. "you know, funny thing about witches. they didn't mind me threatening a plague of snakes on them if they didn't leave me alone but the second i threatened-- well, offered really-- to fuck all of their husbands for them suddenly i am worse than a devil itself. they tried to cut me head off and encase me in silver as if i were some macabre statue." the fact he was laughing as he explained most of what he was hiding from gave a bit of a glimpse into the gorgon's mind. "really? poor choice of words wolf, i am a living curse, but i appreciate your concern. it almost makes you even more charming than usual."
"so that's the angle you're playing here?" eoghan questioned with a cocked brow and an amused grin. "a man finally chasing his dreams of being a musician? you're going to break many hearts here... and i can't wait to watch. you certainly have the talent for it." whether he was implying that wolfram had the talent for music or the talent for breaking hearts was left up to self interpretation; he could have also meant both.
"for you? i have all the time in the world. it's been too long since i've seen you last wolf. let's save the pleasantries for people that need them and skip to the good part. we can always drink together after we're done."
Wolf returns the hug, patting the other in the back. He knew Alexandria was a town full of supernatural folks, but didn't expect he'd run into his old friend. (Note to self, past enemies could also be here.) And Eoghan is one of the few he can actually call a friend. They fucked, hung out together and the man hasn't tried to kill him yet so that counts as a good friend to Wolf. Beside, they share the kindled interest of seducing men for sport.
"Obviously, the fates wanted us here so we can fuck some sense into them." He cackles. "Funny coincidence, been here for a month or so myself. Hope you didn't get cursed or got your cute little ass burnt." Laying low sounds very familiar but Wolf is far too shady to admit that directly. "Well, I've decided to pursue my old dream of being a musician." He plays a quick lick on his fiddle, before giving a dramatic bow. "And please, there's always a plenty of homes to wreck. No one's safe."
He starts packing away the violin and looks up. "So, you busy right now? I ain't got a place to be so we could go for a drink or skip the pleasantries and get down to fuckeries. Like old times?"
